A few years ago I worked part time for a produce supplier. Every year there was a swanky dinner dance and business event at the Royal Sonesta in Boston. I’ve always loved big events like that, getting all dressed up in a cocktail dress, eating everything in sight (they always have the best dessert table) and my favorite, the chance to take home the beautifully adorned centerpiece.
At any event I have ever been to, from proms to weddings to business events, I somehow weasel my way into getting the centerpiece (must be that Gemini charm I have), and so I did. When the night ended I brought the roses to my room. Those flowers brought me so much joy to look at, they were so alive, deep with red and brought a sense of peace and calm. There was really something quite special about them—I mean they were just ordinary roses, right?
The next morning, after checking out of my hotel room, dress and bags in hand (I probably had too many bags for one overnight stay…but hey who’s counting?) I noticed that I would most likely need to take two trips if I was going to safely bring the centerpiece to my car; which was entirely another matter I would need to approach shortly—just how was I going to get them in my car without spilling water all over the seats and without ruining them?
On my last trip to the car, roses in hand, I darted past the lobby to make the elevator. I’m sure I looked completely ridiculous (in a Peg Bundy sort of way) trotting through the lobby in my high heels, trying not to fall over as I carry this massive centerpiece. Now, you know in the movies when everything suddenly becomes like a slow motion picture? All of my senses became magnified and it was as if I could only direct my attention to a family sitting in the lobby to my left.
There was a woman sitting with her two small children, who were surprisingly well behaved. As I kept walking I noticed her eyes light up and her head literally turned as I walked further. I got all the way to elevator and thought to myself, “What joy will these flowers honestly bring me?” I turned around and walked back toward her and said, “Here, these are for you—You will enjoy them much more than I will…”
She was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude and I could feel her heart fill with love, as did mine. There really was something very special about those roses.
Take a Class!